The sound of the explosion echoed about the clearing, followed by a thick plume of smoke and stone dust which rose swiftly into the air. From nearby a white Mobian lynx coughed, waving his hand in front of his face.
"You used too much damn dynamite, Richie."
A grey raccoon turned around, removing the goggles and mask from his face.
"Well you want to get into this place, don't ya, Frank?"
"Yeah," the lynx replied. "But I also don't want you bringing the whole damn temple down on us."
The raccoon shrugged, pulling a torch from out of his backpack.
"Yeah, well, we're in," Richie responded, taking a few steps through the ruined entrance. "Now, come on."
Frank growled softly. Richie could be careless at times, but at least he knew his way around explosives. The lynx peered into the interior of the temple. If the rumours were right, this place was going to make them rich.
The temple hummed with ancient power. Magics of a bygone era flowed along channels carved into the walls and